Where You Are Planted

           I watch them fall, memories that remain only in me. "Leaves" in a tired soul falling from a worn tree, worn but sturdy still. I watch life change in the old "rings" of my trunk most know as a body. I see the days pass and the hard "seasons" of years fall dead in the present.


           I look once more, slowly taking in the painful change of living and the sun rises and shines upon me, good is plain to see when light shines on it and I look upon it; I must remember to be willing to look though. Slowly new memories sprout as "leaves" upon the days and moments I live, colorful and inspiring they remind me, (this aged tree of a life) to hope again...for where you are planted you can always start new with the days given you.

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